We Cannot See

I was about to say that you would not BELIEVE how much I’ve been struggling but then I remembered you’ve probably seen some of my meet results.

But regardless of the performances I’ve been producing in competition I do do work.

Both on and off the track.

And I was thinking about all of this when I landed back in Atlanta the other day after a whirlwind trip to Houston for the All-Comers meet, and then from there to Washington D.C. for my younger sister’s art show.

The skies opened up as we pulled to the gate.

I made my way to baggage claim and gathered my (always way too much) luggage, and set out on a trek to relocate the car.

The leaky parking garage ceiling gave way to spontaneous waterfalls that soaked me and my bags as I made my way from the hourly lot to the daily one.

I started thinking about the Chronicles of Narnia, and its most popular installment, “The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe” which morphed into me thinking about how most people don’t know that there are seven novels that make up the Chronicles, and that “The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobe” isn’t even the best one.

(But that’s just my opinion)

Anyway, in a subsequent novel, Voyage of the Dawn Treader I think it was- Aslan (the Lion) tells them that they never enter Narnia the same way twice.

And for some reason that line, and that deep voice of Aslan the lion saying this to the kids was the voice I heard when I thought about my path to the car through the parking lot, and my two journeys to the 2012 and 2016 Olympic Games. And how different they were from each other.